When I was younger, my uncle left with his family for a short time. My uncle would occasionally get super drunk and would come home late at night, making a lot of noise. I went downstairs to ask him to be quiet. As I came downstairs, I found him holding his pet goldfish in one hand and standing, staring at the wall. After a few seconds of swaying back and forth, he threw the fish against the wall screaming, I chose you, goldfish. Then I watched as he passed out on the floor. Luckily him and the fish made a full recovery.